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It was time, truly time for Twister, James Codorn can wait, Twister can not.
Alison got the spinner out and had Fanny be the caller, which is good, you cannot imagine Fanny playing Twister.
Thomas was already laying on the mat, he loves Twister.
“Left hand red” Fanny called out.
All the ghosts put their left on the Twister Mat, covering Thomas’ clammy hand.
Within 3 minutes everyone was covering the Twister Mat and touching Thomas in uncomfortable places, but Thomas didn’t mind, he enjoyed being touched by Julian, Pat and the Captain all at the same time.
But then you remember James Cordon is still there and you and the Captain run outside.
Then as you run outside to follow the strapping army guy you see an angelic figure appear.
You and the Captain gasp at the whom that magically appeared, but his beloved Havers, your other great grandfather.
“Havers,” Gasped the speechless Captain, “What in havens name are you doing here?”
“My dear,” Havers susurrate placing his cool hands on The Captain’s cheek “I’m a time lord and here to help you stop Cordon.”
James Cordon got out of his flashy car and hopped out in his cat costume like a CGI furry.
You could smell the trouble a brewing outside of this secluded mansion.
“What ever you do, just don’t” the Captain demanded holding you and Havers back. “This is my issues and I don’t want to see you two getting hurt or in any more damage.”
The Capatain kept a steady pace as he marched over his bedazzled foe.
In a straight face (which is very hard if you are gay) the Captain questioned, “What do you want James?”
“To be in every movie musical,” Cordon replied as he started to monolouge like an evil villian. “I know I missed the golden era but with In To The Woods, Cats and the Prom under my belt and all those Tony Award cermoneis soon I can take over the entire Movie Musical industry. I was thinking about doing Six and I was going to play Henry Viii unless you want to play that role.”
You are in shoke, movie musicals are your favorite and you don’t want to see the industry cumbble like this. Your favrotie movie musicals are Mamma Mia, Xanadu and Zombies 2.
“James I will not partake in your movie musical empire, this war will never end.” Stroke up the Captain.
“Are you sure because I already got John Mulaney in Cinderella.” James spoke with a grin.
NOOO Not John Mulamey you thought. Mulaney is your favorite Asian American woman and he had a relationship with the Captain and Havers back in the war.
The Captain knew this was the last straw.
“I don’t want to fight you James, but I will,” The Captain commanded.
“Oh, really not even if I have him,” James Cordon purred in a sing-song voice as he rolled down his car window to reveal a pale flamboyant man with sheep-like hair and dark clothes.
“Kendall?!” Captain gasped.
“Oh James and I have been playing carpool karaoke for the past 3 months,” Kendall sang in his sexy accent. “Tee Hee Hee.”
“Okay James Corden,” You crossed the line, Fanny got the arson” The Captain yelled, preparing for a fight.
“My Captain No!,” the Lieutenant grasped, reaching out for the love of his life while still with his arm around you. “What about Twister! We finally got the plague ghost to play now we can find out more on who’s top vs bottom!”
James Cordon walked slowly over to us, looked Havers right in Havers’s gentle orbs filled with melancholy and fear, and snapped his fingers whilst saying. “Oh no darling it’s too late.”
Inside Button house, the other ghostly spirits looked upon form the window.
“I do wish we could help him,” Kitty cried out and hugging whomever was the closest to her, that was Fanny.
“But what can we helpless ghosts do against that power person,” Pat pleaded. “WE need to save your friend with the strikingly good body features.”
“Look upon there,” Thomas yelled poining to a burst of light coming from the edge off the garden.
You and Havers turn your heads.
“At last my back up pals are here,” Havers gleefully cheered.
There you see the Superwholock team. Dean and Castiel back from super hell, the 11th doctor and Sherlock and Wastson all here to save the day. Your 2012 Tumblr dashboard has exploded.
“It over Cordon,” everyone roars.
Next time:
“You know Fanny is just a name my George gave me,” Fanny whispred. “He gave me that name becuase he liked my…”
“Tis splendid,” Kitty replied with a smile bigger than her heart. “You know people call my Kitty, but they originally wanted me to be Pussy,”
You are shooketh. They need Mary.